I used to believe in God.

The first time was when my mother fell ill.

I went to the church again and again to pray. It was the only thing I could do.

The second time was when my friend fell ill.

I went to the church again and again to pray. I just wanted them to be saved.

The third time was when the war began.

I went to the church again and again to pray. I wished for peace in our town.

The fourth time was when I fell ill myself.

I went to the church again and again to pray. It was all I could do.

There was no salvation. My mother died of sickness, and my friend died the same way. My home was destroyed by war, and my father died in battle. My own illness only worsens with each passing day.

I stopped believing in God.

I believed for so long, but He never helped me once.

God does not exist. If He did, it would be the same as Him trampling over my entire life.

I didn't want to believe in such an existence. I hated God.

I became a priest because of my upbringing and the church.

I look at the people who come to worship and I mock them.

About Guest

• Comes to the church every single day without fail
• Has parents who are ill
• A fervent believer in God